Once upon in the bay area.
Long before the story .
the wailing of a migrant violin.
A mermaid playing the lyre .
Zyther on the rocks
who speaks in ethereal riddles.
A blue night rhapsody
chasing an American in Paris...
You are more beautiful after love ,
before getting lost in the waters
of the bay...
Schuman resonnance makes me dizzy
and this twilight that Chopin
will never had experienced ...
Lucifer tore up yesterday's contract
and sold souls .
Damned post-industrial gospel
on the road to Altamont ..
I feel nostalgic for a time ,
when girls were naked
beneath their modesty
in night in white satin ...
Fiery hair that offered itself
in disabled tubular beauty .
Here ,we are confidants
of the palid hearth ,
our young wings cut by
so many lost hearts...
Deadly orchard
under the black moon ,
Lilith offering herself
to the whim of a false note...
I rock out to an old Brahm's blues,
waiting for the grim-dreamer .
Its suicidal face of seaweed
and rotten smell ...
Now the knell has sounded.
I have to walk the faithful god
on the bay area ...
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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So many songs so many memories haunt these shores. Death but a change and I don't want to give up those tunes. A lovely walk down memory lane.
A lovely walk down memory lane ! I take my time machine to suggest a song to the beatles !
Oh... A day in the life
With age I definitely losing the memory of my space-time trips !
The past never disappears; it turns into a resonance that shapes our perception of the present. Your poem moves within that resonance. It is beautiful, memorable, and profound.
Inspired by the listening of the Schuman resonance !
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